Chapter 41
Driving People Crazy
Chapter 41 Driving People Crazy
Atlanta, Decatur.
During dinner, when Milton saw the watery eyes of his third wife, Eliza, his heart tightened inexplicably, his waist creaked and groaned, and his brother rotted like a snotty worm.
He put down his knife and fork and said, "I'm going out for a bit. I have an appointment to discuss something with someone. I'll be back later."
Eliza's eyes were dry as she stared blankly as her husband left, disappointment creeping across her face.
Milton drove an Audi to the nearby Wild Forest Bar.
He likes to come here for a drink when he's in a bad mood or when Eliza expresses a need, and then go back home late at night.
Milton pushed open the bar door, went to the bar counter, and said, "Hans, a whiskey, the usual."
Bruce looked away from the person in front of him, confirming that the person was Milton.
He boasted to his newly acquainted drinking buddy, "You ask me why I like it here? Because I always have good luck here, and I always meet beautiful women."
He came for two consecutive nights and finally waited for Milton.
The drinking buddy didn't believe him: "You're kidding, I've never encountered that."
"Don't be skeptical!" Bruce described in detail: "That was a few years ago? A beautiful redhead was drinking alone here. I struck up a conversation with her, and she actually asked me out. She said her husband wasn't very good at it."
The drinking buddy shook his head: "There's no such thing as a free lunch."
Bruce took a sip of his drink and continued, "You might have seen her before; she has a red mole on the left corner of her mouth."
The drinking buddy, who lived in the area, paused for a moment, then said, "I think I've seen him before."
Upon hearing about the red mole on the corner of Bruce's mouth, Milton's eyes involuntarily turned towards him.
Bruce, daring to challenge the British with mortar shells, simply ignored them: "Her name is Lina. She took me to a nearby villa, and we enjoyed a romantic night in her bridal chamber. A few days later, she actually called me and invited me to her house again..."
The drinking buddies gradually began to believe: "You guys came again?"
Bruce laughed: "She told me, 'When you get there, go through the back door.'"
"You piece of trash!"
A sudden, furious shout interrupted their conversation. Milton, consumed by rage, could no longer contain himself: "That bastard cheated on his wife with you, you piece of trash!"
He lunged at Bruce.
Bruce shoved Milton away: "Are you crazy?"
Milton struggled to get up, but Bruce casually lifted his coat and said, "Don't move."
Milton was moved by the demeanor of a civilized person.
Milton stopped moving.
"You're crazy!" Bruce clapped his hands, clearly annoyed, and started walking out of the bar. Suddenly, he turned back, as if he had just realized something. "I remember now, you're Lina's husband. We were right under your wedding photo."
Many people in the bar had already guessed it.
All eyes were now on Milton.
Milton's feelings were indescribably complicated, and he vowed never to come to that bar again.
Bruce went out, glancing back every now and then, walked a distance, got into his car, and left Decatur.
After a while, Milton walked out of the bar alone, a fire burning inside him.
Back in his Audi, just as he was about to start the engine, Milton suddenly remembered his wife at home and withdrew his hand.
Going back would be torture.
He sat quietly in the car, his eyes closed: "Can't they just obediently follow the will of the head of the household?"
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Late at night, the Wild Beasts Club closed, and the male and female customers who had successfully hooked up went off together.
The disappointed male customer slowly left the room.
Martin tidied up the table and left for the day.
On the second floor of the club, Vincent adjusted his cowboy hat and looked at the blond man's mouth: "What's going on?"
The blond man touched his swollen lips: "Martin made Ivan and me whistle these past few days. We whistled too hard and our lips are all swollen."
Vincent asked about what he was concerned about: "How's the situation over there?"
"Many media outlets and reporters arrived one after another, and Martin kept speaking up for the club." The golden-haired man said everything he heard and saw: "In order to save on the club's expenses, he secured sponsorship from the Liberty Club, and the Liberty Club took care of all the materials and food."
Vincent was quite satisfied; he hadn't misjudged Martin. "I understand. You can go back now."
Sofia, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "A smart man like Martin Davis can't be kept in check by this kind of idiot."
"I know." Vincent took out a cigar. "As long as he can bring me profits without harming my interests, why would I need to deal with him?"
He finished grilling his cigars: "Martin gave me some ideas. I'm planning to open a short-stay hotel and a specialty store nearby. I believe business will be good and I can make more money."
"Good idea, I support you." Sophia stood up. "I'm not talking to you anymore. I didn't come here to chat about these boring things. I'm going to see my little darling."
Vincent, seeing Sophia's muscular physique, cautioned, "Don't hurt her."
Sofia turned around, veins and muscles bulging on her neck: "I'm too busy hurting him to care."
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On Saijo Street, Martin got into the Ford, saw Bruce in the passenger seat, and asked, "Anything that happened tonight?"
"I guess he wants to kill me," Bruce said simply.
Martin exclaimed, "Old Brooks, you're a genius!"
"I can't compare to you, buddy. You have a first-rate appearance, but your inside is full of junk," Bruce asked. "Who taught you that?"
Martin almost reflexively said, "Jack Davis is the most talented person in Atlanta."
"Go tell that bullshit to other people." Bruce stopped asking questions: "If you did that to a normal person, they would go crazy. He's even had two wives cheat on him."
Martin didn't need to fabricate any high-sounding words: "I'm also thinking about the club's customer traffic. I want to earn more money for you. You don't need money to buy a car? You don't need money to support Monica? You don't need money to buy a car..."
Bruce interrupted him: "Shut up, you piece of shit!"
Martin shrugged.
Bruce said, "Dude, since I met you, I've discovered I'm actually a good person."
Martin said, "I'm a good man too, don't argue with me. Go ask Hart and Carrington, ask everyone in the club."
Bruce knew the outcome without even asking.
A bunch of obedient sons.
The following morning, Martin called Barkley and arranged to meet at their usual spot.
He and Bruce rushed over together.
The Methodist Society's upcoming training event will be met with invitations from many media outlets, including the Star News.
Martin said, "We're friends, I won't put you in a difficult position. I'm just attending the press conference for you free of charge."
Barkley was very embarrassed: "This...is not a good idea."
Martin raised his hand, mimicking the finger-twisting motion they had when they first met: "I never let my friends down."
This time, without Martin's prompting, Bruce pulled his arm back, proving he was a civilized person who acted in a civilized manner.
Having already collaborated twice, one more time wouldn't be a big deal. Barkley didn't hesitate any longer: "I'll deliver the goods to you first thing tomorrow morning."
(End of this chapter)